EVERYTHING - criminal minds/mgg oneshot/imagines

S.R. - wake-up call - smut/fluff

Summary: spencer wants to try out something new, and reader is more than happy to oblige.

TW: waking up to oral (fem receiving) *previously consented to*, squirting, nicknames (good boy, pup, etc.), fingering, hinting towards sub!spence. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 1,570 (it's a baby)

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spencer knew you could sleep through almost anything. storms, a baby's crying, construction - you name it, you slept through it. so he's a bit apprehensive when one night he asks you:

"would you be open to..." he furrowed his brows as he tried to find the right words, "to waking up to - i don't know how to say this at all - like if i... performed oral on you?"

"are you asking if you can wake me up by eating me out?" you reiterated, probably trying to confirm what he had meant.

"uhm," he cleared his throat, "yes. that is what i was trying to say."

"i think that sounds like a great way to wake up, honestly," you confirmed for him.

it took you forever to wake up. it always did - not that he minded it. you would be lying there, sprawled out like an angel, wiped out from the previous night's strenuous activities. your breathing would be calm and steady, your eyebrows relaxed and content with finally feeling that peace the both of you craved.

the time you slept gave spencer the time to admire you the way he wanted to at all hours of the day. every crevice of your face, the curve of your eyelashes and cheekbones, the pillowy plushness of your lips, was silently praised by him.

often times he would also relish in your touch. you had a tendency to curl into him as you slept. one leg would be thrown over his as your head was either rested on his chest or buried in his neck to soak in the scent of him. either way, he was able to adore you.

but sometimes the sighs that escapes your lips while asleep reminded him of the sighs you would make during your time while being intimate - the way your breathing got heavier didn't help that picture, either. it would make your peaceful state look so much more stressed and needy than before - that's why spencer asked. he didn't want to be creepy. he just wanted to make sure you were satiated and taken care of but he figured asking you first is always better than taking his chances (because he's so respectful, y'know).

when he felt your hips grind down on his hip gently, those same sighs and panting leaving your lips, he decided to follow through with his request. luckily, you had only been sleeping in one of his shirts due to prior activities, so all he had to do was maneuver himself around you.

he let you rut your core against him a couple more times, noting the wetness he already felt against his bare leg, before gently rolling your legs open. he let the blanket drop off the two of you so he could put all of his focus on you. he carefully spread your legs open as he placed himself between them, your head lolling to the side, still asleep.

spencer finally allowed himself to look at your pussy, already glistening and wet, ready for him as your hips jolted forward a bit to seek some sort of relief for the tension.

he took his arms and wrapped them around your hips securely to keep you in place. one of his hands rested atop your lower stomach as he used the other to spread the lips of your pussy open for him to see clearly. he gently blew on your hole, noting the sigh that left your lips before a little smirk grew on his face.

finally, he allowed his tongue to draw a thick, long stripe up your slit, collecting all of your juices like his favorite drink. your once quiet sighs turned into a soft moan from such little contact it made spencer chuckle from between your legs. he moved your knees to dangle over his shoulders so he could get even closer to your body.